He entered through the unlocked door. She was not home. The money they had put away together had given her this beautiful house. She had created a new life. A life with someone else, not with him. It had taken some doing, finding her. Time changes both appearance and memory. She had a new name now, but it was definitely her. Some things never change.
They had done everything together. Even when it ended, they would stick together. How wrong had he been. She got witness protection, access to the money, In return, he got sixteen years.
He was back.
100 words ritten for Friday Fictioneers using the above picture as a prompt.